100 Years Project Anthology
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away, and I have nobody to pass it onto.<br />
“Mum!” I hear my daughter call. I shake my head and wonder why<br />
my daughter seems only a ghost to me.<br />
I keep calling but she doesn’t respond. “MUM!” I try again. Nothing.<br />
I feel alone when she’s right there. Should I feel this way?<br />
“Ellie? Sorry, love, I’m coming.” At least she heard me.<br />
I hear my daughter’s calls but… I can’t move. I try to convince myself<br />
I’m a good mother. My hand is drawn to my pocket. And as I’m<br />
so used to, I slip out my pocket notebook and pen. Words flow.<br />
I’m trying to protect<br />
Yet seeming to defect<br />
She’s too precious<br />
To be chipped or broken<br />
Or lost.<br />
I don’t think she told me the truth. I don’t think she’s coming. I<br />
push myself away from my paper-covered desk. I push myself away,<br />
defeated by the blank page.<br />
I was right to say the future was bitter. I see my words from 1990